Question Poem by Tarbia Hamid

On countless nights
I lie still
And dream
That stirring dream again
Through oak doors
Pouring light my way
I followed
Through paths in prairies
Most tread upon
I followed
Through intricate puzzles
In mazes woven for me
I followed
Through misty curtains
That were parted
I followed
Into a clearing
Which held all but silence
Quiet whispers in my ear
Incantations I've heard
It's time I know
But why am I here still?